"I Am..." Poem I am an amateur sleuth. I feel the thrill of solving a mystery and I touch history through all the places I explore. I hear the whispers of unanswered questions and I see the livid faces of criminals I’ve caught.
I worry about the danger I’m sure to get in and I pretend I’m not scared when I really am. I want to fight crime and help innocent people, but I worry my father worries about me too much. I cry when I think about my mother, though I know I am blessed to have friends and family.
I wonder what mysteries lurk around the corner. I understand all mysteries don’t have an answer, but I say there’s not a mystery that I can’t solve. I dream about where my next adventure will take me. I hope it’s somewhere exciting and intriguing. I am an amateur sleuth.
I will never forget the rush of victory, the thrill of scoring a goal.
The rush of victory is like nothing else. Score a goal, and it’s like you are on top of the world.
Like nothing else I have ever felt, it was like I was on top of the world when that small orange ball flew from my stick and hit the back of the goal.
I have felt the thrill of that small orange ball flying from my stick and hitting the back of the goal. I will never forget.
Poem By Another Author
"It's Raining in Love" by Richard Brautigan I don't know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
It makes me nervous. I don’t say the right things or perhaps I start to examine, evaluate, compute what I am saying.
If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?” and she says, “I don’t know,” I start thinking: Does she really like me?
In other words I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said, “It’s twenty times better to be friends with someone than it is to be in love with them.”
I think he’s right and besides, it’s raining somewhere, programming flowers and keeping snails happy. That’s all taken care of.
BUT
if a girl likes me a lot and starts getting real nervous and suddenly begins asking me funny questions and looks sad if I give the wrong answers and she says things like, "Do you think it's going to rain?" and I say, "It beats me," and she says, "Oh," and looks a little sad at the clear blue California sky, I think: Thank God, it's you, baby, this time instead of me.
Original Poems
"I Am..." Poem
I am an amateur sleuth.
I feel the thrill of solving a mystery and
I touch history through all the places I explore.
I hear the whispers of unanswered questions and
I see the livid faces of criminals I’ve caught.
I worry about the danger I’m sure to get in and
I pretend I’m not scared when I really am.
I want to fight crime and help innocent people, but
I worry my father worries about me too much.
I cry when I think about my mother, though I know
I am blessed to have friends and family.
I wonder what mysteries lurk around the corner.
I understand all mysteries don’t have an answer, but
I say there’s not a mystery that I can’t solve.
I dream about where my next adventure will take me.
I hope it’s somewhere exciting and intriguing.
I am an amateur sleuth.
I Will Never Forget- A Pantoum
I will never forget
the rush of victory,
the thrill of
scoring a goal.
The rush of victory
is like nothing else.
Score a goal,
and it’s like you are on top of the world.
Like nothing else
I have ever felt,
it was like I was on top of the world
when that small orange ball flew from my stick and hit the back of the goal.
I have felt
the thrill of
that small orange ball flying from my stick and hitting the back of the goal.
I will never forget.
Poem By Another Author
"It's Raining in Love" by Richard Brautigan
I don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.
It makes me nervous.
I don’t say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate,
compute
what I am saying.
If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and she says, “I don’t know,”
I start thinking: Does she really like me?
In other words
I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said,
“It’s twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them.”
I think he’s right and besides,
it’s raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That’s all taken care of.
BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
instead of me.